@purlturtle replied to your post:
If I may, could you tell me more about Ghost Helena/Myka and Bering/Wells Myka figures out she's bi ?
Heh, you picked two of the rather bare-bones snippets. I'm pretty sure I came up with these when I was still a fandom baby and was mostly just remixing ideas from other people.
Ghost Helena/Myka
This one is... seriously just the vaguest of outlines. Probably to some degree subconsciously inspired by @tantedrago's Transient. Oh, and 2020 quarantine.
Myka has never believed in fate, or ghosts. She's not that kind of superstitious. But it was certainly serendipitous that she closed the deal on this place only weeks before the pandemic lockdown orders hit. It means she has plenty of time and opportunity to get settled in.
The boarded-off alcove in the attic is certainly strange, especially when she finds someone had sealed several leather-bound first editions and a pristinely preserved antique writing desk inside. The previous owners insist they know nothing, and anything in the house is hers. Moving it down to her newly-christened home office will have to wait, but she's drawn to that piece and its little alcove nonetheless.
Then the notes start appearing...
Myka has some company for quarantine of the noncorporeal kind. Helena has some issues that need working through, among them the death of Christina and her last several unfinished manuscripts. But, as Myka helps her with these, unknotting Helena's remaining entanglements and tying up loose ends, Helena might be forming another tether to this mortal plane.
Bering/Wells Myka figures out she's bi
Because Myka being utterly obliviously bi/pan (because heteronormativity) until H.G. is an idea I can't seem to shake.
An artifact reveals the the sexuality of everyone surrounding the bearer, including that of the bearer themself. The Warehouse team is in for a few surprises.
Inspired by vestwearer’s (@wibblywobblyida's) artifact idea in all we need is a rhythm to dare.
“Pete…” Myka looked down at herself, then back at him, curling her fingers around the pin button she'd just picked up. “Why do I look like I'm standing in front of a projector image of a finger painting?”
